Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 563 Yes, I am the one hiding the deepest

Soon, the Li family's troops and people from Cihang Jingzhai, Jingnian Zen Temple, and Sanlun Sect left Yuema Bridge and rushed to Hongqing Mountain.

Shortly after they left, Shen Luoyan and Pei Renji, who had already defected to Li Mi, and Yuwen Chengdu, the son of Yuwen Huaji, also appeared near Yuema Bridge. Then came the Jingzhao League, Tuanjiang Gang, Tiankui Gang, Longxi Faction and a group of other small fry.

at the same time.

In a small valley facing Yuema Bridge on Hong Qingshan Mountain, the huge rock that originally blocked the road under the knife-shaped cliff moved to the right, revealing a dark cave.

After Duan Yucheng and Zha Jie from the Donghai School followed the footprints and walked in, Chu Pingsheng and Fu Junyu slowly landed at the entrance.

"How are the injuries on your body?"

After hearing his question, Fu Junyu realized the changes in his body.

During the fight with Song Lu, she was tapped on the crutch and hit by a palm, but after taking the pill he forced into her mouth, except for the dull pain in her shoulder and the bone injury that had not yet healed, the internal injuries caused by the palm were actually recovered, and the migraine caused by insomnia last night was also relieved.

"Much better. What medicine did you give me?"

Chu Pingsheng did not answer her question. He glanced in the direction of Chang'an City, said "Let's go if you have nothing to do", and walked into the cave first.

Fu Junyu didn't ask any further questions and quickly followed.

It is already late spring outside, and the temperature is getting higher day by day. However, once you enter the mountain, you are greeted by a stinging coldness, but the air is still fresh.

Not far into the cave, there was a winding downward corridor. If her cheap master had not reminded her, she would have tripped, because the corridor was narrow and dark, the steps were slippery, and the blood from the corpse under her feet made it even more difficult to walk.

"They are from Dajianglian."

Fu Junyu vaguely remembered that this man had cleaned corpses downstairs at the Sihai Inn before he died. He was scolded by the Haisha Gang for being lazy and the two sides almost got into a fight. In the end, it was her cheap master who cursed him through the window for being noisy, and the noise downstairs stopped.

She shook her head, thinking that it was true that people die for money and birds die for food. Before, with Master Chai pointing out the direction, this group of people were able to work together and have a united mind. But now that the door to the treasury has been opened, they have become a mess again, and they are the kind that will draw their swords and fight to the death at the slightest disagreement.

The two continued walking down. After walking for about half a cup of tea, the steps became much less slippery. After turning a bluestone door, their eyes lit up. A row of torches slanting downward illuminated the gently descending path. Fu Junyu saw the body of the Bamboo Flower Gang disciple he had met on the second floor of Zuixianju. The fourth brother of the Qishan School was still alive. When he saw the two coming in, he leaned against the stone wall and gasped twice. He moved his fingers as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing, tilted his head, and died.

Fu Junyu couldn't help but sigh again.

Chu Pingsheng was naturally not as sentimental as her. He stepped on the corpses on the ground and walked quickly down and then west. After walking for about an incense stick of time, the road ahead suddenly became clear.

Several torches illuminated the entire hall - although it was called a hall, it was actually more like a "small square" several meters long and wide. The ground was paved with stone slabs, and there were traces of knives and axes on the stone walls on both sides. It should be that the craftsmen had widened the cavity in the mountain. In the middle of the "square" stood a two-person-high stone tablet, which was densely written with small characters. When you walked closer and took a closer look, you found that it was an introduction to the life of Yang Su, a powerful official of the Sui Dynasty, and his original intention of setting up the Yanggong Treasury.

According to the above statement, Yang Su's original intention of establishing the Yang Gong Treasury was not to rebel, but to leave it to future generations to help the needy and stabilize the country.

Chu Pingsheng lost interest after taking a quick glance at it. He walked straight towards an opened blood-stained steel door that was connected to the winch next to it by an iron chain. On the flat ground behind him, he saw two members of the Nanyang Gang who were killed by stone pillars. They were probably used as pawns by Fu Nanda, Gai Suwen and their group to explore the way.

He thought this was ridiculous. Yang Su kept saying that the things in the treasure house were left for future generations to use, but he asked Lu Miaozi to set traps at some pass points. What was this operation? Aren't they afraid that the descendants would break in and not get the treasures, but would be killed by their ancestors whose bones have melted away?

Fu Junyu also felt that the owner of the treasure house was sick and wanted to ask him what he thought about the matter, but he didn't expect that there was a sudden clanging sound of weapons colliding in front of him, mixed with men's shouting.

"Hey, there seems to be a fork in the road ahead."

She took two quick steps and stood in the middle of a stone house in front of her that covered an area of ​​300 to 400 square meters. Her eyes were fixed on a round table with eight stone chairs beside it. She didn't know what was on the table. She took a look and her eyebrows were immediately brightened. She turned her head and said to Chu Pingsheng, "Come and see."

However, just as he finished speaking, Chu Pingsheng snorted coldly, and suddenly pointed his finger. Puff, a figure fell from the sky and landed beside Fu Junyu.

"You...you actually know... martial arts?"

After saying this, the man's head tilted and he died.

Fu Junyu looked carefully in the light of the fire near the wall and found that the person who had attempted to attack him unsuccessfully was a master of the Nanyang Gang, whose name seemed to be Meng Degong. Then he glanced with fear at the iron chain on the top of the stone chamber that was used to hang something. Meng Degong had been hiding there just now, probably planning to ambush someone.

"Look, there is a map of Yang Gong's treasure house painted on this stone table."

Fu Junyu ignored the dead body on the ground and pointed at the stone carvings on the stone table.

Chu Pingsheng leaned in to take a closer look, and sure enough, as she said, there was a treasure map engraved on the stone table.

"We are now in a circular stone chamber with four corridors."

She glanced around and saw four corridors with torchlight flashing on the left and right.

"There is another one over there." Chu Pingsheng said, pointing in the direction they came from.

Fu Junyu squinted his eyes and looked. It was just as he said, there was another corridor over there, but it was very dark inside and lacked light, so it was difficult to find without careful observation.

"Why is there no mark on the stone carvings for this extra corridor?"

Chu Pingsheng lowered his head to check, pointed at the unclear drag marks on the ground and said, "There is a mechanism under the stone table. Those people from Fu Nanda are quite smart."

Fu Junyu was just about to push the stone table to see if it was as he said, when at this moment, he heard the sound of weapons colliding in the corridor earlier, followed by the sound of chaotic and hurried footsteps. A figure suddenly came out, and was stunned to see Meng Degong, who was blocking the door and had already died. Then, when he met the eyes of Chu Pingsheng and Fu Junyu, he was stunned again. It seemed that he had not expected that the young master of the Chai family would not escape quickly after completing his historical mission, but would come to Yang Gong's treasury to join in the fun.

Fu Junyu looked carefully. The man had several fifty-liang gold bricks in his arms. There was a new sword wound on his leg, which was bleeding, and he was staggering as he walked.

"Hey, it's someone from the Nanyang Gang."

Fu Junyu's expression darkened, and he drew his sword, ready to defend against the opponent's attack. Unexpectedly, the man ignored them and ran outside with the gold bricks in his arms. He took a few steps and tripped to the ground. He didn't even lie down to slow down, but got up and continued running.

Chu Pingsheng did some calculations and found that according to the 300 taels of gold in the arms of the Nanyang Gang disciples, that would be 3,000 taels of silver, enough to support a family of five for eighty to ninety years. It was no wonder that the disciples of these gangs did not even bother to avenge their companions and were intent on escaping.

"Go in and have a look."

He pointed to the corridor where the man had come out.

Fu Junyu nodded and followed him inside. Because the torches on the wall were spaced far apart, the corridor was darker than the stone house outside, but the smell of blood was strong. The further in, the stronger the smell. In less than sixty meters, there were more than twenty corpses, basically one every two or three meters. They were from the Bamboo Flower Gang, the Nanyang Gang, the Haisha Gang, the Luoyang Gang, the Dajiang League, the Qishan School... Her scalp tingled when she saw it, and she kept repeating the phrase "People die for money and birds die for food."

Soon, the two men stepped on the corpses and entered a warehouse. The space inside was larger than the stone house outside. Pieces of gold bricks were neatly stacked on the innermost table. A rough estimate based on the floor area showed that the total amount of gold was no less than three million taels. If converted into silver, it would be at least 30 million taels. The annual fiscal revenue of the Sui Dynasty during its heyday was only 20 million taels. It can be seen that Yang Gong's treasury is indeed worthy of the adjective "rich enough to rival a country."

snort!
With a muffled groan, a man was kicked away in the melee of the vault, and fell in front of Fu Junyu with a thud. She took a closer look and found that it was the man from the Donghai faction who volunteered to go down to the river to open the mechanism. What was his name? Yes, Duan Yucheng.

"It's crazy! They are killing like crazy! Let's go! Let's go!"

The boy was quite kind and reminded the two of them. He glanced at a corpse next to him with two gold bricks in his arms. Not daring to think more, he picked them up, put them in his arms, and stumbled out.

The two men walked all the way from the entrance to the stone chamber and saw about seventeen or eighteen corpses. Half of them died in traps, and half were killed by Zuo Youxian, Tianjun Xi Ying and their group. From the stone chamber to the vault, there were twenty to thirty corpses. Now, there were at least fifty corpses lying on the floor of the vault, regardless of whether they were dead or not. The casualties of these small gangs and factions combined exceeded a hundred.

At this moment, the team of more than one hundred people was reduced to thirty or forty people. Many of them were injured, but they still fought to the death, as if they would not give up until they sent their opponents to hell.

"Why bother!" Chu Pingsheng sighed heavily, clapped his hands vigorously, and said loudly: "Everyone, please stop for a moment and let me say a few words, okay?"

Maybe it was because he was the hero who opened Yang Gong's treasure house. Fu Junyu's fighting ability was also one of the best among their group. At least twenty people who were fighting actually stopped and looked at Master Chai who was standing at the entrance.

Wu Sansi, deputy leader of the Yellow River Gang, was hit in the left eye by a hidden weapon and blood was all over his face.

The guardian of Haisha Gang, Ling Zhigao, the dual-gun warrior, unfortunately only has one of his dual guns left.

Shen Beichang, the leader of Fengzhu Hall of Zhuhua Gang, was just pale and had messy hair, but his condition was okay.

The Baling Gang, Xiao Xin's capable men, the Hercules Bao Rang and the vicious dog Qu Wu Jue, were standing back to back without getting hurt.

Mei Tian, ​​a disciple of the Nanhai School, had his sleeves torn and five scratches on his left shoulder.

Pei Yan, the deputy leader of the Dajiang Society, was barely standing with the Nine-ring Knife in his hand, breathing heavily.

The third in command of the Donghai Gang, Zha Jie, was sweating profusely and was staggering, probably suffering from internal injuries.

The leader of the Luoma Gang, Du Ren, had a lot of blood on his body and was walking with a limp, but there was no visible wound.

The leader of the Qishan faction, Lian Chu, was safe and sound, and the second in command, Lian Fan, was not dead, but his hand was broken.

……

One word: "miserable".

"Chai Shao, you didn't leave?" Shen Beichang said with a gloomy face.

When the others saw him coming with the maid, their expressions were also not very good.

(End of this chapter)